God be with ye

Feelings....
Sigh...Is this a poem?  ,,🤔

Feeling kind of sweet
Like mellow pumpkins
(I certainly fit the body type
And am an unabashed foodie!)
Feeling  really sweet tongued,
(Must be the gooey eclair
Slushing in my mouth)
Can food be erotic?
If music be the food of gods
Then dreams are their ambrosia
And they're crushing
On my lips raining kisses
In my ears.

And I of honeysuckle lips feel free
To shower you some sugary confetti
For I have been up at twilight
And roamed with vampyres and sprites
My heart opened up to
Source codes of light.

Now I am melting embracing dusk
Till the dark soothes my eyes
And makes longing spark.
I'm waiting for memories buds
To open up till eyes dim
And I gain access, night vision,
Supra clarity in Divinity 's park.

So this blessed eve, till evening falls,
I watch the lone crow
Solitary unconfined
Upon a distant wall
Solo survivor of mythic despair
Some over the edge siren's call
Haunting the air.

I watch a trail of cars
Beetle by..
The old man dozing
By his fruit stall.
Busy working world
Oblivious, insight
Is all.

And in the corner
Of my vision
Curtaining the romping air
Trail of yellowed green leaves
Wave me,
God be with ye fair.

It will be the prettiest time
Of my life,
Though years will pass by
This fruitful moment stays ripe
Fresh and fecund
Dripping promise
honey upon my homely walls
My heart twirls in the breeze
Like ripe wheat in the open field
I rejoice
In this power I feel
The power of staying still
This potency
To do anything.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017